Quotes About Purity

For the unclean spirit enters easily into a man, and easily goes out from him.

A true man of piety will consider himself a sinner and, therefore, untouchable.

Sanctification is the real change in man from the sordidness of sin to the purity of God's image.

A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

If a man's mind becomes pure, his surroundings will also become pure.

You will not defile the purity of love with dishonesty or deceit, for this is adulterous. I promise you, when you have found God, you shall not commit this adultery.

I'm asking for simplicity, for purity and ease of choice and no pressure. I'm asking for something that no politics is going to provide, something that probably you only get in preschool.

I'm asking for simplicity, for purity and ease of choice and no pressure. I'm asking for Preschool.

Jamie Smart has gone home and Adrian sits on the curb at the edge of the field, the bike propped against a lamppost. He can see the back garden. He's drinking a can of Fanta. He's feeling pretty good. He's six years old. A van pulls up. The worried-looking driver gets out and jogs across the quiet road. He said, "Mate—what's your name?

Anni and Josef Albers's house was the whitest place imaginable.

The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit with out speaking. This is the great paradox.

She would tell me that it was a sign that your heart was pure, that you formed deep attachments, and that once you loved something—or someone—you would never stop.

The Devil is like a strainer that separates the mud from the gold.

Among my generation, there was a purist position that any contact with electoral politics was an unforgiveable compromise.

Godliness, as well as the doctrine of our faith, is a mystery.

It is the nature of babies to be in bliss.

She found only the healer in him. All else was pushed aside. There was so much selflessness, so much purity of soul, Shea could only marvel. She followed his lead without reservation. He was the epitome of what she had always striven to be. A true healer, with a gift so rare and precious, she felt humbled in his presence. Later she could remember that Gregori was a powerful ancient, that he could make anyone believe and see anything he wanted.

She was purity. Goodness. Compassion. The other half of his soul. Light to his darkness. Everything that he was not.

If you Iive long enough, if you don't fall in love too easily, and if you keep your hatred pure– wonderful things can happen.

All societies that have tried to keep themselves 'pure,' from the Confucian Chinese through to the Castilian Spanish to the post-Wilhelmine Germans, have collapsed into barbarism, insularity and superstition. And swiftly enough for us to be certain that the fall was no more connected to the genes than was the rise. There is no gene for I.Q., and there is no genetic or evolutionary timing that is short enough to explain histories or societies.

He always had a problem with the purity of others. Never his own.

Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.

Is it the fault of a girl bright with the light of romance that she falls in love with a rascal? Is the love any less pure? Any less heartfelt? Any less painful when lost?

Don't defoul the air. It ill becomes you. - Oromis